Jack Frost
Jack is nimble with his frozen power
All the coldness he can shower
Crystalizing everything in his path
Keenly freezing with an icy laugh
From his fingers come frosty chills
Rare designs he brings icicle frills
Out of the ice he simply transforms
Silently decorating windows and doors
Then turning it black with his frozen laws
© Copyright K.C.Leake
27th November 2015
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Copyright © Kevin Leake | Year Posted 2015
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